Three years ago, I was a proton who was inferior to dirt, and she was the superior white moonlight. I poured out my heart and soul for her, but when I was framed and about to die, she turned around and married my royal brother, laughing and calling me a "toad."
Three years later, I returned from cultivating the demonic art of stepping on bones and ascended the throne as emperor. On the day I ascended the throne, in front of everyone in the world, I gave her the lowest status as a palace slave!
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, but I am keeping her alone. She was good at the piano, so I asked her to play music for my beloved concubine every day; she was noble, so I asked her to kneel down and wash my feet. I want to crush the dignity she cares about most inch by inch.
She thought I was still the infatuated person I was before, so she coughed blood and asked with a smile: "Do you know why I married him back then?"
I pinched her chin with cold eyes: "What do your difficulties have to do with me? I only keep you because - trampling on you can make my Taoist heart more transparent!"
Later, when I really needed her heart blood to break through to the highest realm, I stabbed this knife without any hesitation.
